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[the-wilted-pen]

My First Sunrise

A sunlike beauty— bright, unceasing smiles. She was my Sun. A dreadful break, our paths already unraveling. Fate spelled it in dust long before we read it. Our minds were aligned Our hearts were tied but beliefs— tangled, twisted, pulling us apart. -the wilted pen

[the-wilted-pen]

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

[the-wilted-pen]

Dead Ends and Empty Pages

How sad. The road ends like that- A straight path full of hidden turns. A cul-de-sac dressed like a destination.

I floored the pedal, But the light stayed red- always red.

The last turn led me to a home I can never return to.

A love never found, A love never fulfilled.

Acceptance: The hardest road to take.

I’ve given up not on her- but on the story I kept writing in ink she never spilled.

A chapter closed. A book left blank.

A friendship too heavy to carry forward.

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How Bittersuite. (still, id read it again)

signed, the wilted pen

for the love that felt like a story but never made it past chapter two

[the-wilted-pen]

I never wanted the world, I just wanted you.